O Mistress Mine (from Twelfth Night) (Traditional, Shakespeare)

O Mistress mine where are you roaming? O stay and hear, your true love's com- ing, That can sing both high and low. That can sing both high and lo- o- o- ow. Trip no further pretty sweeting. Journeys end in love...- lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. Every wise man's son doth kno-o-ow. What is love, 'tis not hereafter, Present mirth, hath present laughter: What's to come, is still unsure. What's to come, is still unsu-u-ure. In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me swee...- sweet and twenty: Youth's a stuff will not endure. Youth's a stuff will not endu-u-ure.